सा च त्वया कृता नित्यं चित्त दुःखसुखोदये ।यथा वियोगयामिन्यो मतयो हन्ति रागिणम्
In plain words
And that, O citta, you yourself make forever, in the rising of pain and pleasure -- just as the thoughts of the nights of separation slay the man who is in love.